The boy had just been knocked down, by something larger than sight, larger than shadow. You can find it in particles, in the water raging amongst swimming legs. He took five steps along and then, spotting the onlookers, five more. His cap would help keep the safety shade. Reaching into his pocket for the note, every word read slow, each letter made a tidal wave. The half moon stood sullen in his eye sinking into bright, the black of his outfit drew hotter from the sun. It was summer and waves of words seemingly crashed in the light. Perhaps others had done what he was to do too. He was nearly there, the end of the beach. In the quiet and secluded spot below a branch he undressed, laying back, whooshing sand burying him. Yes, now they wouldn’t see. One more time he would read the words, one more time, then the note he threw to the sky and sea. His ears wide open as surely the words radiated and screamed.
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